Rupert Grimsby

Rupert Grimsby is the narrator in Voidigo. He speaks any time the player enters a world, usually making reference to specific enemies, bosses, or features unique to the world the player is in.

Voice Lines

Antlantis

Ah... do you smell it? It's... inescapable... Like a plate of salmon, left out in the sun

The cradle of life itself, all dried-up Leaving the children to play in its withering remains

Possessed by possessing gold The same worth as everything Make-believe is enough for the self-proclaimed sentient

This home died slowly enough for its inhabitants to adapt A massive loss... a passive loss Dry... no tears

An ocean evaporating is a death slow enough for no one to mourn and here we are in the dried-up carcass

The Imperiant musicians have a short lifespan often only getting to do one first and final fanfare

The Shramplings worship muscular warriors from the past Statues depict a bodymass impossible to obtain now that their ocean is gone

The Formless cling to gold to stay intact much like other lifeforms cling to water

Some look all their lives for a gold nugget Here they are thrown at you and it's certainly not a dream come true

The Beach Stray. Clam-like creatures. Simple lives blowing bubbles, licking the ground. Peaceful. Better than most of us

The bubble grows, the bubble pops The Beach Stray is happy with that accomplishment

A very capable queen. Under your feet she's not buried Her kingdom is

Shramplings and Imperiants constantly at war until the Puppeteer took over She made you their common enemy

Porko Land

A barren wasteland full of bleached hogs scorching in the sun yet somehow... the flowers bloom

One of the few places where the blossoms are busier than the bees

This place fills you with an acquainted feeling. An urge to look into the sun for too long You should not, you will hurt yourself But yet you venture on... into the unknown

Blissful bugs thrive here. Everyone looks down on them squashes them. They will never be as satisfied as a beetle rolling a ball of dirt

A kingdom once ruled this land They harvested Emeraldons for their mighty magic The power... went to their heads

Porkos. Vile creatures, scavengers. No respect for life no respect for themselves All that matters is their precious mud baths

The Sporeborn lie in wait They only emerge if you are the perfect vessel for their next generation of fungi

Small sheds built by the Porkos can be found scattered throughout this region 'Thinking Sheds' they call them. If a Porko stray from the horde they are locked in... until they shed their thinking

Echinos are the apex predators in this domain indomitable Until you arrived that is

Maggot blubber vibrating. Building up static electricity. You will be shocked and disgusted

Aggressive herbs destructive herds protective birds

Ahh... the kingdom of the blue birds

The burrowing beetles often find obnoxious treasures tainting their dearest dirt

Eggs will be stepped on Birds will be angry The two absolutes in Porko Land

The land where the maggots are the final form of the metamorphosis

Pop off an emerald from its pile of bones and it will surely find a new home Or shatter trying

Here, skeletal remains are considered free real-estate

The North

The Tomtos grow up with their Pinecrow mounts a mutual trust is gained through familiarity

Knock down a Nordunn and expect icy axes hurling at your face

A farming vehicle's final croak is a deafening blast at least the wheels are structurally sound

Their Prophecy has consumed the Ugglurs very essence Once hatched what is left of them will become a small birthday treat

A sad and lonely pony Do not be fooled by those big friendly eyes they hide issues beyond our imagination

The Nordunn Elder Sufficiently experienced to control the runes but not wise enough to realize their unpredictability

Oh Pony... my old friend you need to move on

A wise old face A warm smile draws you closer in such a grim cold And so... it all turns upside down

The Pinecrows beak will penetrate the frozen tundra A painful task for a lousy snack

The bitter cold is what makes a warm cup of coco so much sweeter This place is all out of coco

Songs and stories around cozy campfires slowly transitioned into chants and rituals around the idea of a prophecy

The Ugglur owls came here to peacefully experience the wild Oh but they found something far wilder

The midsummer solstice will last forever Once the Ugglur prophecy is fulfilled

The Nordunn magic requires three key elements Fallen warriors runes of worship and... the insufferable stark cold

The Nordunn live here Ruthless raiders with a knack for stonework

Wolves howling strange birds hovering and the sound of hooves clacking Oh how the north hums

A large twisted creature resides here Prepare yourself You might have to... face it

The runes tell tales of great bravery. And cooking recipes Roasted Tomtos? mhmm Sounds magically delicious

Distant hoots of terror The Nordunn rarely venture into the forest anymore

The Void

Ah the calm before the No The eye of the storm

Defeat has avoided you so far

The ground acts as a membrane in keeping you out and her in keeping you in... And her out

You feel repelled and attracted to this place Everything... Nothing neutral

Opposite forces attract. Squeezing everything between them until mhm... The breaking point

The smell is disgustingly familiar Amazingly safe and equally horrifying

She welcomes you Being here would be impossible if she did not

The end again Dissolving itself The ??? again

You are the only one she does not want to control You... surprise her

It is all out of balance. The Puppeteer is trying to control it all You are not fond of her approach

Here to dance again You two are having too much fun This will never end

The ground seperates you and the Puppeteer A thin film, impenetrable Some rules can't be broken...

Hmmm. The other side of it all Still the very same thing just, flipped Seemingly alien to those unflipped

The void is an impossible concept made possible by the impossibility of everything forced to contain it all. Including the lack of everything

We are all echoes of your complicated relationship The nervous system of it all...

You equally repel and attract each other and so we spin Vibrate. Intertwine and exist

If the void was truly nothing then nothing would be everything that exists Everything and nothing would be the same yet. Opposites And so it is. And so it spins And so it vibrates all in a beautiful manner...

Ahhh. The void. Trying to be nothing becoming a concept. And so it exists you validate each other

Start of Run

It begins. Again, and again This time maybe? Hope motivates those stuck in the loop

It is reset, yet somehow different you escaped the loop only to pop back in

The Puppeteer cannot access your strings you are the impossible you are free

This time. It is always this time this time will always be, however this time might really be the time

Ahhh... time to meet up with everyone that wants you dead

Maybe this time

Monsters... fifty times your weight are eager to crush you today

She is watching you amazed that you're not her puppet

She knows you're here...

Something happened when you came along everything is under her control it all wants you gone

You move in patterns she cannot predict your defiance spark her curiosity your contagious freedom ignites her rage